Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-09-07

felt sympathy of all went out to her.
AS for the caid, he fell into disgrace.
and Was exiled to the smalah OF Lag
houat.
Five years 60 by. The booming can.
non is still belching flame and thun-
der upon Sebastopol, whose heroic
resistance is daily growing feebler. A
long train of ambulances, freighted
with wounded or sick soldiers, is de.
scending the heights which overlook
the devastated plains of Inkerman,
1t comes to a halt On the inhospitable
shores of the Bay of Kamiesch. What
painful embarking in the offing of the
harbor. Standing up in lighters, herd
ed together like cattle, burning with
fever and chilled by the mist, the
poor souls are assisted up the side of
a steamer, which awaits their arrival
to convey them to the hospital at
Constantinople.
They are hoisted up the ladder as
well as possible by the sailors,
now and then bruised against the
netting or drenched by the surf, For
two days they steam across the
Black Sea, beneath wild sky, and
amid the roar of the tempests, MANY
| asuffering soldier breathes his last, and
is consigned to watery grave in the
briny deep. The reverse side of a.
| medal gained in the times of war is
not always pleasant to contemplate.
At last they glide into the calmer
waters of the Bosphorus, regaining
| their wonted spirits as nature seems
to present g. more smiling face. At
dusk, in rough wagons drawn by OK
en-, they are jolted mp the abrupt
slopes Of Pera. Military nurses await
them at the doors of the hospital,
and the weak, fainting soldiers are
carried to- beds where too often,
nightmare and insomnia are rendered
more frightful by the groans and
deauhrattle of the dying.
QuieJ seems to prevail in this long,
whltewashed hail, dimly lighted by
the Pickering flames of the night lamps,
only when, like gerardian angels hover
ing over the sufferer 8 couch, the Sisters
OF Charity, with their great white,
wing like bonnets, move noiselesslv
from one bed to another on their mis-
sions of mercy.
To the dying come tender memories
VI oAOAA AcuO1f y AcphO, cn1 AACA pISSSlUlO
consolation in their last moments, to
the living future prospect of q return
to their distant homes is opened as
they gaze upon the placid features of
those holy daughters of mercy.
How many owe their moral, as
we'll as their physical, resurrection to
the tender care of Sister Theresa. An
indefatigable nurse she glides quietly
from bed to bed, her calm, sweet face
resembling some hieratic figure.
OF q chaste and severe style of
beauty, purified by worldly sorrow,
she seems one of those Druidesses OF
ancient Gaul, so great Is the respect
she inspires as she moves about the
hospital with her rosary dangling
from her waist. No trouble is too
great for her, and when the south
wind makes the wounded and sick
pant like thirsty beasts she is seen in
the shade of the gloomy cypress trees,
with care as tender as that of g.
mother, bathing the wounds of the
prisoners, upon whose flesh worms
are beginning to feast.
All day the simeon had blown con-
tinuously. The house surgeon of the
hospital, calling on Sister Theresa,
inquired, What news, Sister,"
ut has been q bad day, major" re-
piled she. "When the body suffers
the mind is apt to be irritable"
At the end Of his visit he recommend
ed to her particularly an officer of
the African corps who had been
brought to the hospital that morning,
and who was threatened with tetanus
in consequence of an operation that
had been performed on him to extract
bullet from his shoulder.
At dusk, Sister Theresa, lantern in
hand, directed her steps to the officers
pavilion. AS she entered, the light
fell fulton the wounded mans face,
furrowed by lines of suffering. Before
her, half seated in bed, already
writhing in the spasms of the
dreaded disease. his pale face standing
out in high relief from the white bill.
low, his fingers crisped, was caid
Ahmed bel-Adj staring at her with
frightened eyes, as if she appeared to
him ghost. She stopped short as if
thunderstruck, her heart throbbing
with anguish. AS alightning flash, re-
turned to both the bitter memories
of the past; the brutal insult in Algiers,
the death of the betrothed, the regrets
OF the one and the remorse of the
other. All the bitterness of DAYS
gone by, not completely obliterated,
came back and aroused anew the re-
sentiment of the woman who had been
SO cruelty struck in all that her heart
held most dear.
pardon, oh! pardon mel" cried
the wounded officer in a voice hol-
lowed by suffering. lie had abruptly
raised himself to a sitting posture, as
il laboring under hallucination, but
fell back inert, after making this su-
preme effort.
Then Sister Theresa, mastering her
feelings and banishing the thoughts
that were torturing her soul, went to
the bedside of the dying man and plac.
ing her hand upon his fevered brow
said in aeoft whisper, 'sDie in peace.
shall pray for you"
Tho fooo Nr Abpoo1 1o1